Lana Williams Love Affair

Her face was beautiful, but her figure was amazing. I'm not sure how long I stood there in silence marveling at her beauty, but I never dreamed she would be the one to teach me things I couldn't imagine and gradually take over my life. Still lying on her back, Lana mumbled quietly then rolled slightly, but she was still asleep. Her dress was open down the front with one breast falling out and the other trying to escape. Obviously, she wasn't wearing a bra. One of her knees was up against the back of the couch letting her dress slip up to her hips, completely exposing her transparent panties. To me, an eighteen year old boy, she looked like a mirage, a goddess. While she lay on the couch with her dress open and her bare breasts pointing skyward, that was the first time I fully understood the meaning of the word, mesmerized. Good holy god, I wondered, who is that? I kept staring at her, but didn’t have a very good angle on her face. I could see her thick, flowing brunette hair and catch hints of her subtle perfume, but even from that angle, her beauty and allure were captivating. While I stared at her in disbelief she stirred again and stretched and yawned then slowly rolled toward me. I didn't remember why I walked into the library that day, but when I saw that girl I felt like I had been struck by lightning and went numb. Whatever else I had planned didn't matter. I couldn't remember it, anyway.